Smyrna times., 1887-12-28
For the Smyrna Times.
l am Weary.

For the Smyrna Times.
I am Weary.
1t was only the voice of my youngest
boy tired of playing in the sunshine
and among the flowers as he leaned his
head confdingly against my bosom,
one dimpled hand toying with bird
like motion about my head, while the
other was clasped over his beautiful
eyes. Gay, thOughtless woman of the
world that was, that sweet sad plant
went to my heart. Backward fluttered
the leaves of my life and an irresistible
power seemed to impel me to review it,
and find it comparable to a torn book.
What have thus far lived for? Has it
been for anything beyond mere gratif-
cation? Weare apt to murmur sometimes
over time that seems lost and wasted
but after all it is often during those
periods of seeming idleness that our
souls grow most. Experience never
fails to profit the prudent and the dill
gent, and o, may that inspiration bring
me comfort. In passing through life we
will find burdens and trials to contend
with and we grow weary-and alas too
often a hasty word fall from our lips,
which in moments of reflection we are
led tOlregret, and when the dark pail of
sorrow has enshrouded me IN its gloom,
may the charities that soothe and bless,
and emulate, lie scattered at my feet
like flowers. Success soon pales the
joyous time when the breeze first
strikes our sails, and the waters rustic
under our bows. Intercession is the
very safety value of love, when we
feel that we can really do nothing at
all. In return for some remarkable
kindness and affection, how exceeding
ly glad we are that we may and can
pray. Sweet little innocent-I too have
wept because was weary, weary of
heartlessness which hears, eats and
cOrrOdes all that kind and good. In
human nature while your words only
soothes, the present to day are valu-
able to us for improvement and reffor-
nation. The future time to come may
never dawn for us this side of eternity
another summer. The grass will grow
green and the dewdrops brilliantly
sparkle on its leaves, but it may be
upon our graves, solemn thoughts,
precious moments, live forever. There
is no such thing as death to those who
think Alright. IT'S but one little act
lifes drama must contain, one struggle
keener than the rest, and then an end
of pain. And thus it is that of every
grief is born fadeless joy. Therefore,
how much better it is to stand up bold
ly and bravely, with firm determine
ton to inculcate in our hearts pure
and noble principles of right, which is
the only fOunt from which flows the
perfect life. Let out influence spread
out and reach father than we will ever
realize here; let US ever anticipate
each others wants provide for them
before they occur. Smooth the rough
spots in the road of others life give
them always kind word and help
ing hand, thereby keeping the fire OF
the hearth always alive. When no
necessary to have it blazing, have the
Goals covered so they will not go out
? keep all sweet and pleasant memories
alive and only then will we learn tt
live. Beyond this vale of tears" W.
E will realize at best life is but a dream
a brief mOmentary existence ending a
E the grave. We will then cease to sigl
q" 1 am weary" and rest will be swee
in the evening when the days lonj
labor is done. Life at times has fel
too heavy burden and l have bee
weary and worn and lOnged for nigh
at morn. But labor has brought m
rest and now aVn only eager to do m
work with the best. Let us take a
: our motto through life mo excellenc
. without great labor" Let US procur
a standard on whose banner is inscribe
> some high and noble aim, a soul inspil
ing purpose that will $50 illume GU
! pathway that the mists of uncertaint
and doubt will be lifted from our eye
: and then when the veil of the hereafte
+, is drawn aside, we shall see and kno1
our master as he is and there will
no
: Changing changing day after day.
: Near ones and dear ones passing away;
e Scenes dear to heart and the eye,
3 Passing away as the time goes by.
S. H. SHAW.
= Clayton, Del, December 18th, 1887.